A Time to Talk
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When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
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And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
-Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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My Sweestest Love
No one truly knows or understands;
You have my heart in your hands.
My love is wh
Not a disappointment
Like sea waves, love always move toward great heights,
Meri Priya ki ankhen kahin se nahi
मेरी प्रिया की आँखें कहीं से नहीं है
TAARO KE SAMAN
शांति अमन चैन रहे,
खुशहाली छाये
maa ka bana hua khana
Maa ke hath se bane hue tiffin ko hum ab bhi nahin bhul paate hain
“Maa teri
bill se bahar nikla chuha
मेकअप की दुकान में ,अक्ल पे पगली लगा क
ZINDAGI KI SAFAR ME MILE
दो ओस की बूंद जैसे,जिंदगी के सफ़र में म
Love On Reserve
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
The Cake Of Friendship
Preheat the oven of love
With plenty of secrets and hugs.
Mix in g
Aag Bahut Si Baki Hain
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